Missing someone this much, coupled with other issues detrimental to one's mental health, makes me lose touch with the world. I'm walking and breathing on an alternate universe, one that I almost always shies away into, every time I feel asphyxiated. For once, I'm submitting myself to fears and dropping all pretense.
I'm there now and I'm not completely sure when I feel or want to feel alright again.

I feel like I've been ran over.